Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Television,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.